For those of you that read Is Blood Thicker Than Evil? I have changed a lot about the story. The basic plot is the same but pretty much everything else is different. I hope you are still entertained.

Rated T/M-ish: sexual innuendo/situations (Not descriptive), violence, "dark themes" (I guess), and swearing... lots and lots of swearing.

Chapter One

Heavy breathing and moans filled the dark cavern. The man is the bed thrust into a younger women before they both let out their final moan and he, unfortunately, burst into flames. The girl let out a frustrated groan before pulling the thick blanket over her naked body.

"What the fuck was that for?"

"I expected you to be in a meeting ten minutes ago," A man growled from the far corner of the room-like cave. The girl rolled her eyes before conjuring a silky black robe to wear.

"Sorry," She drawled, "I was a bit… preoccupied. Anyways you didn't have to kill him. Do you know how hard it is to find a demon that's aesthetically pleasing and good in bed?" The question, meant to be both a joke and rhetorical, didn't stop the telekinetic bitch-slap that was delivered to her otherwise unblemished skin.

"I will not be disrespected in my own kingdom," The man snapped as he stepped out of the shadows. His blood red robe hung loosely around his tall, pale frame. His tight jaw was held high in a dignified manner and his cold blue eyes calculating every square inch of his daughter at almost the exact same time. It was Cole Turner in the flesh… except Cole Turner died long ago and now The Source occupied his shell of a body.

"If you can even call it that," She scoffed. Her face tensed up in annoyance as a telekinetic force encased her throat, cutting off her air supply. When she began to feel light headed she released a small fireball. The Source's concentration shifted as he sent the flaming projectile hurtling towards the wall and released her from his telekinetic grasp. Pearl sucked in as much air as her lungs would allow and despite her near suffocation she quipped, "Calm down Darth Vader."

"Do share your dissatisfaction about our kingdom," He pressed, ignoring the 'Darth Vader' comment.

"What kingdom?!" She threw her hands up in the air.

"Pearl," The Source warned. Pearl glared defiantly and continued on with her rant.

"As far as I'm concerned we've spent the last sixteen years working our asses off and building your so called 'kingdom', but if we do nothing with the power we have we mine as well not even have it! Our warriors are strong so why haven't you given the order yet?! How much longer do you think we'll last if you refuse to fucking do something ?!" Pearl prepared herself for the beating that was sure to come but instead the Source smirked.

"If that is how you feel, then I believe you will be happy to hear my plan."

oOo

Wyatt Halliwell idly tapped his pen on his desk while his math teacher finished up teaching a lesson about systems. It was moments like these when he wished he could just go to Magic School, but his mom had been adamant about giving him and his siblings a 'normal childhood'. Of course he knew it was a lost cause but there was no way in hell he was going to argue with his mom about it... She was scary.

After a few more minutes of torture, aka Algebra 2, the bell rang and the young witchlighter was out the door. Fortunately that was his last class of the day so he could go home and maybe play some Call of Duty. With a one track mind Wyatt barely noticed when he ran smack into a much shorter person, knocking them to the ground.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath. "Shit, I'm so sorry." Wyatt scooped up the persons, whom he now realized was in fact a girl, bag and helped her up. "Sorry I wasn't even paying attention." The girl laughed, slightly surprising Wyatt.

"It's fine, I've always wanted to be knocked on my ass when I least expect it."

Wyatt laughed at the girls sarcasm before introducing himself.

"I'm Wyatt Halliwell and I'd be happy to knock you on your ass whenever you'd like."

"I appreciate that, I'm Pearl Turner." Wyatt ran through the list of people he's met at this school but didn't recognize the name from anywhere.

"Are you new?"

"Yeah, my first day is tomorrow but I wanted to check out the school so I don't get lost."

"Good idea, are you new to San Francisco?"

"Fairly, how about you?"

"Nah, I've lived here my whole life."

"Oh."

"Yeah…Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

Pearl nodded and inwardly swore as he walked away. She had a plan, but as soon as she ran into him, using her typical seduction technique seemed... wrong. Anxiously she ran a hand through her dark hair. How the hell was she supposed to explain this to her father? As much as she enjoyed pushing his buttons she was not looking forward to the punishment that was sure to follow her pathetic explanation. Looking around the hall to make sure no one was watching, Pearl flamed out.

"I assume you were not successful in your mission," The Source 'greeted'. Pearl quickly formed a plan in her head; it would be painful but it probably would work.

"Give me a little time to explain my plan before you do anything that you might regret." Typically she would want to provoke him in some way but she could tell that he was in one of his 'don't-fuck-with-me' moods. The Source glared but let her explain.

oOo

Hours later Pearl stumbled up the steps of the Halliwell manor. Her side was throbbing, broken rib, and in addition to the large laceration on her forehead she has several more serious bruises and cuts to add to the mix. Her vision was blurring and she felt extremely light headed. Father had taken it too far this time. Making it up the last step, she managed to ring the doorbell before collapsing on the front porch. A minute later the door opened to reveal a young girl with animated brown eyes and thick brown hair. She took one look at the teen slumped over on her front porch before yelling for her mother.

Hope you liked the first chapter! Review, if you want.

I promise the story will pick up! And chapters will be longer.